Seeing the Great Heavenly Venerate Off

Amitabha quickly composed himself and turned his gaze toward the back of the Jade Emperor, whose carriage was preparing to depart.

His face swiftly took on that signature gentle, compassionate smile. His voice was not loud, yet it carried clearly.

"Seeing off the Great Heavenly Venerate. Thank you to the Heavenly Court for mediating today's matter. Western Heaven and the Heavenly Court are branches of the same tree, forever good friends working hand in hand to maintain stability in the Three Realms. Now that this misunderstanding has been resolved, we shall be even more diligent in guiding all living beings and will not fail the Heavenly Dao's trust."

His words were lofty and grand, as if the battle that had nearly torn Spirit Mountain apart had merely been a "misunderstanding," while Western Heaven had been both the victim and the "victor" who ultimately considered the greater good. Having said this, Amitabha truly did let out a quiet sigh of relief inside.

No matter what, the most terrifying outcome had been avoided. White Lotus Boy had been saved, Golden Cicada Child could still be rescued, and the grand scheme of Journey to the West had not collapsed... Though the price had been so devastating that his heart bled, they had survived it in the end, hadn't they? So long as the green hills remained, there would be no shortage of firewood. As for that scourge Lin Zhu... he could settle accounts with him slowly in the future!

As the Jade Emperor's imperial carriage and the people of the Ninth Heaven Prison departed, Purple Gold Dragon Emperor and the others of the Dragon Clan also saw no reason to remain.

They cast one final icy glance at the devastated Spirit Mountain and the Buddhists of Western Heaven, then let out a dragon